Crows on patrol for passers by
Beneath a stratifying sky.
It still becomes me.
It becomes.
There's things I know I'll never find,
Without my looking for a sign.
Just to behoove me.
It behooves.
So grab your partner
Dosey doe
Do so 'till your head feels hollow;
'Cause everywhere you seem to go
It seems an allegiance follows.
Now hoist your partner through the air
'Cause hope floats and bliss it hovers,
We lick our lips at the abyss
& Over the edge we flutter.
Crows on patrol for passers by
Beneath a stratifying sky.
It still becomes me, it becomes.
Chamber pop with lyrics that are alternately wry and confessional, Oropendola creates whole worlds built on purposeful keyboard melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 2, 2023